Blog about Parkour in Russia, and about everything connected with that.

Very interesting and beautiful song about Parkour, by Michael "Holod" Golikov. Long wanted to put this track, but the words to the song was nowhere to download, but the cold did not touch in recent times. What could, then did. This is not the only Misha`s song about Parkour, the rest can be found in his blog.

Among the punks, rastamans, gansters and gothicOne of those to whom life did not need drugsAmong the flow of hundreds of thousands of fashion subculturesI chose only one, and the name of it - Parkour

What does not give me rest the wind, you know,When runing the city, and one somewhere in the memoryFlash past mistakes, where some of my plansLeaving the past all the problems - I foment the flame

Suppose I run one, I know that I will supportMy team, because we heart affixed expectationsNo need to shoot in the new film clips and major,I ask only one God of the new output

In an open space, because the answer to the questionsI turned my life into solid stripes of obstaclesAnd despite the fact that they admire,Many come but few who can stay

ParkourThousands arguments throwing for and againstThousands of reasons to start and then it quitThousands of words throws down, but we quicklyRun as long as there is power, yet have enough time

ParkurThousands arguments throwing for and againstThousands of reasons to start and then it quitThousands of words throws down, but we quicklyRun as long as there is power, yet have enough time

Free spirit captures the body, there is no limitMy aspirations, achieve better - to the idealRun long enough time, the case for small,And before you fly, I must learn to fall

Well, as long as the forums, we spend time in disputesRather than look at his life in new ways,Try anything to change anything to doTo prove to the world of Parkour only the brave

And there are places of weakness, I raise the sailThere are places pity - because you are not a coward,No rules here, that somewhere we have,Here is a place a strong spirit of the soldiers, but the goal is not the glory of it

Among the crowd, finding the truth, faster shots,Fly, finding new ways and ideasThese spark we move forwardI wish you all, that this was an endless flight

ParkourThousands arguments throwing for and againstThousands of reasons to start and then it quitThousands of words throws down, but we quicklyRun as long as there is power, yet have enough time

ParkourThousands arguments throwing for and againstThousands of reasons to start and then it quitThousands of words throws down, but we quicklyRun as long as there is power, yet have enough time